4:30 AM, the alarm goes off.
The future hubs has to go into work super early for a meeting.
Wearily, he drags his butt out of bed and resets the alarm an 1 hour later (5:30 AM) for me to get up. We only have one car since circumstances do not necessitate the need for two, so I arranged to catch a ride at the normal time with a coworker.
Future hubs showers, gets ready, kisses me goodbye, and leaves for work.
Meanwhile, I am somewhere between blissfully dreaming and awake.
RING, RING, RING.
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing and shoot out of bed. I look at the clock and it says 7:50 AM.
SHIT. (please excuse my french)
I answer the phone and it is my ride calling. He is frantic.
"KP, are you ok? You don't sound good. Where are you?!"
I tell him that I just woke up and I realize that it is not really 7:50, but it is 6:50AM. He has called me about 10 times and I've made him late for work. (Bummer) I told him I am so sorry and to leave without me since there is no way I am walking out the door in less than 5 minutes.
Turns out the future hubs turned the whole clock forward an hour, instead of the alarm.
And now I am totally stranded. (Have I mentioned I live in an apartment complex with mostly coworkers? Which does me no good because they are all already at work).
I try to call the future hubs.
The call goes straight to random Arabic message. BAHH. (I hate when that happens)
I quickly get dressed and try calling again. I get the Arabic message.
Make my lunch. Call. Flipping Arabic message.
I throw my phone angrily (and magically in slow motion for effect) onto the bed. I really hate that Arabic message.
I decide to call one last time before I start walking and trying catch a cab, but as you can imagine at 120 degrees F that is not a very good option.
I dial his number.
AND. IT. RINGS. thankyoujesus.
Long story short, I make him leave work to come and get me (hey it was his fault!) and I only manage to be an hour and a half late.
BIG FAT FAIL. THE END.